Remember when this was the election refrain heard coast to coast?
Florida, Florida, Florida!
Well, if you ask me, nowadays the refrain has changed a bit. So, instead of the Sunshine State, it’s the Buckeye State you hear about 24/7.
Which is why, I’m moving to Ohio. After all, a gal like me likes a little attention now and then. And, what better place to get it, than Oh-HI-Oh, home of the Cincinnati Reds, America’s first professional baseball team, and where the official state rock song is, “Hang on Sloopy.”
Well, Sloopy, move over. From now on, if anyone’s doing the hanging in Ohio, it’s gonna be me.
Because being from Ohio means hailing from the number one SWING state in the land. It’s going to give me a lot of cache with the politicos, if you know what I mean. The powers that be. The grand poobahs, and all that.
In other words, I’m heading there to find out what it feels like to be wined and dined by none other than President Barack Obama and Governor Mitt Romney. We’re going to trip the light fantastic and dance the night away!
So, my bags are packed, my flight is booked, and I’m ready to go. From now on—or until Election Day, whichever comes first—my days will be filled with pep rallies, town hall meetings, community dialogues, a slew of robocalls, and watching a gazillion political ads all aimed at moi, an Ohioan from way back. And, by way back I mean today.
I better get a day planner so I can be sure to organize my schedule, which is going to be as full as Scarlett O’Hara’s dance card at the Confederate Ball. After all, I don’t want to miss any photo ops with the candidates, any pie-eating contests with Paul Ryan, arm wrestling with Joe Biden, shopping sprees with Ann Romney, or planting a Victory Garden with the First Lady. And that’s just for starters!
After that, Ann and I will friend each other on Facebook, have a good laugh at the women on The View, for daring to expect the Romney’s to appear on their show. And, Michelle and I will exchange recipes for Stuffed Zucchini and Spicy Eggplant Salad. She’s a healthy eater, you know! Then, we’ll tease the president until he serenades us with another tune from the seventies. Or not.
I imagine that this is how Ohioans are spending their days, volleying from one political event to the next, accepting bribes—I mean, gifts—from the candidates, such as free pizza, submarine sandwiches, and attending free Bruce Springsteen concerts.
Yes, I’m going to just love being courted by both sides of the political aisle. Maybe I’ll even get to be on TV, when I ask the candidates the question that’s on every Ohioan’s lips. The elephant-and/or-donkey-in-the-room question, which goes like this:
“Which do you prefer, Akron or Cleveland?”
Sure, it’s all fun and games until Election Day approaches and then, just like that, they force you to pick one. Ever wonder why the undecideds take so long to decide? Because, just like me, they enjoy being courted. That’s why!
So, please don’t make me pick just one. Not just yet, anyway. I mean, can’t we keep the “love affair” going and postpone Election Day another six months? Puh-lease??
For everyone knows, that once it’s over, it’s over. The die is cast, and all that. And, if you ask me, breaking is up is hard to do. When the day comes, when all the votes are tallied, then every Ohioan will become little more than a wallflower. Unwanted and ignored—until 2016, that is. So, until then, we’ll be going back to our former, ordinary lives, back when we weren’t so darn special.
Back when we were just 11,544,951 ordinary Ohioans, minding our own business.
Make that 11,544,950.
For, after the elections, I’ll be packing up my bags and heading back to California. After all, I know where I’m not wanted.
Gives a whole new meaning to “Hot in Cleveland,” doesn’t it? 😉
I don’t understand how a person can be undecided, I mean this isn’t like deciding on a new pair of shoes, or the color of a car. It’s important, even for those of us, ME comes to mind, who’d rather write and read all day, get involved in deciding who should take the job of Commander and Chief, regardless of a person’s political inclinations. Decide.
Have a wonderful time, Monica! Enjoy the experience. I’m sure that it will be enlightening in different ways.
Power to the undecided. Court us with whatever is at hand. I wonder if the polls are misleading the candidates and the states that they think are in their pockets, turns inside out.
Not sure, Renee. Guess we’ll find out come Nov 6th, who was misleading whom! 😉
Love all your political posts, Monica! It’s frustrating knowing the outcome may come down to just one state. Crossing fingers and toes that it’s the outcome we’re hoping for! Fun post.
I know, Becky. And, I’m so nervous about this, you’d think I have a vested interest in the outcome. Oh, wait. I do. No wonder I haven’t been sleeping!
Yes, but I’m standing here in New Jersey, glaring at Ohio with a raised eyebrow, tapping my foot, going “WELL????? Are you going to do the right thing or what?” >:]
I know. I’ve been looking at these polls and just getting plumb nervous. Why can’t these people make up their minds??
Don’t even get me started on Ohio . . . I have cousins who live there and, as a family, they’re as emblematic of the political divisiveness as the rest of the state. I will say this, though, your thoughts took the edge off my anxiety. I even smiled.
Well, my point really is how frustrating it is for the rest of us. All we get to do is watch all the attention these swing states, knowing that our future depends on their undecided “whims.”
I love it. Yeah really, can we get some love over here in Chicago? After all, that’s the president’s homeland. Every Ohioan is a political expert. Media from all over travel to the swing state, just to get an opinion from the guy walking down the street. Oh well. I guess Chicagoans have to wait their turn, or simply start becoming an Independent voter capital.
I know exactly what you mean. I’m going to declare myself an “undecided,” and milk it for all it’s worth. That’s the party of tomorrow: The Undecideds, and the mascot will be–not a donkey or elephant, of course–but a turtle. Perfect choice, as turtles are slow to get to the finish line. 😉
I agree with Valentine. And have Michelle send that recipe to me too. I’d love to shop on Ann’s credit card.
Yeah, I know. Sure would be fun to go on a shopping spree on someone else’s dime. 😉
I already mailed in my ballot even though my voice is just a whisper in CA. 🙂
Well, Shary, that’s what you get for living in a non-swing state. In New Hampshire they only have 4 electoral votes, but that translates into 150% clout!
I would like to move with you Monica, just thinking about the impact I would have, as well, makes me feel important, I mean really important. Not to mention a fun party or two with the candidates…hmmm.
Absolutely, MM, I’d love for you to join me. It’ll be like watching history in the making!
I suspect it will come down to Ohio, perhaps we should all pack our bags and move.
Let’s have a meetup there, Val. If you ask me, these days, it’s THE place to be!
This one is so close to call esp when McCain lost several states by just 1 or 2 % that could swing it to R
Carl, it’s just a matter of time before we learn the outcome, and I’m waiting with bated breath!